[Intro: Benny The Butcher]

Ah

The Butcher comin', nigga

We gotta turn this shit up

I’m the one— I'm the nigga that all these niggas wanna be, they ain't gon’ say nothin' on they records, though

Rah, ayy, look

[Verse 1: Benny The Butcher]

Ask about Butch, I'm everywhere, but back home, I'm heavy here

For Christmas I'm gettin 'all my bitches Chrome Heart teddy bears

Heavy stares for niggas who chasin' numbers that I already cleared

I'm already here, I took over a game they shouldn’t have let me near

And I been dope since LA Gears and Pelle Pelle years

Gold Presi’ like a keg of beer, you know the bezel clear

You had a better year than me as a rapper, then you legendary

And I'll excuse that, but anything less, I gotta refuse that, mm

We weed croppin’, no dispensary weed shoppin'

I'm V-hoppin', got the coupe and the Benz ’cause I need options

Streets watchin', thieves plottin', cuffs tightenin', keys lockin'

I wanna build after that time in the bing like I'm B. Hopkins, nigga

[Chorus: Benny The Butcher]

When my niggas pull up clean with them .30s and them things

That look like this, that look like this

Dope boys with ice on they sleeve, eighty carats worth of VVs

It looks like this, it look like this

Hitters gettin' busy with them switches on they glizzy

Sound like this (Brrt), it sound like this (Brrt)

And you might get a little dough, but my whole city know

It's not like this, it's not like this

[Verse 2: Rick Hyde]

Violin with the Draco as the handle

There's Ricky the soprano, hit a riff on the piano

I take shots when I ain't open, they say life is just a gamble

My lil' man'll put you right on top of T just like a flannel

I remember countin' up, little bitch was watchin' Scandal

Keep your eyes where I can see 'em and you better not change the channel

Thirty plus the re-up turn a nigga into Randall

We do that shit again and get it chunky like it's Campbell's

VVS' on me blindin', don't be dumb enough to try me

Leave a motherfucker in between the sheets like he the Isleys

Tellin' Siri call away, before I hang up, he beside me

Even if they wave the flag to say it's over, bitch, we fire

[Verse 3: Loveboat Luciano]

I got lit on my own, sold a brick by my own

Those days all I needed was a blick and a phone

My young nigga hungry, he just hit a lick for his own and

I can't tell him shit, 'cause that's the type of shit that he on

I be hustlin', thuggin', duckin' the law, fuckin' your broad

You love a dirty jawn, she fuckin' us all, I keep it tall

Keep your mouth shut, fuck what you saw, don't get involved

You'll get a knife, gun buck or the saw, left in the yard, yeah

I'm on shit, so tell your boys quit like it's Ramadan

So forfeit, the .44 hit like an atomic bomb

I'll get you niggas gone, you get dotted, cross that dotted line

Too real every fuckin' time, smooth sail like I'm [?][2:27]

[Chorus: Benny The Butcher]

When my niggas pull up clean with them .30s and them things

That look like this, that look like this

Dope boys with ice on they sleeve, eighty carats worth of VVs

It looks like this, it look like this

Hitters gettin' busy with them switches on they glizzy

Sound like this (Brrt), it sound like this (Brrt)

And you might get a little dough, but my whole city know

It's not like this, it's not like this

[Verse 4: Jonezy]

They say Jones around, then you know the Butcher comin'

'Posed to be on tour, but I'm out here cookin' onions

Outsiders function when my youngins cut 'em luncheon

Said you want a head shot, nah, put it to his stomach

Send 'em from the C to the A like Andre Drummond

You say you want beef with us, we cookin' up his youngin

My nigga's summer end your whole summer, for you frontin'

Yeah, we rap, but we really shooters, ain't no punchin'

This is BSF, disrespect, you see a death

Bunch of my homies got shot, but your homies got nothin'

You niggas playin' Unos, playin' checkers and this chess

Headshots, don't do leg shots, sleep in vests (Damn, ah, ah)